the first decision- to linger in bed with my book or pull back the covers that hold off this morning’s chill
the thought of a steaming cup of coffee, around which i can wrap my hands and heat my fingers convinces me to sit up and stretch
the trick then is to move with soft feet so others do not wake
though the creak in the third stair and dog waiting at the landing make that goal challenging- every day
coffee in hand i head to the porch in front where the sun rising beyond the still glassy bay heats the air
and the stars from the light that dance on the water’s surface delight me now just as they did when I was small
the beach is empty and boats are mostly still and the day’s breeze has yet to wake up
neighbors next door sit in rockers on their porch, holding mugs also and talking in hushed voices
the cat wanders in and out from the porch door that has swollen just enough to prevent it from closing fully
my eye wanders to the screen that needs replacing and a tuft of fur- dog or cat – drifting across the painted porch floor
book or paper in hand, i choose my seat depending on the sun, looking for just a little more warmth
small, unimportant decisions and slow movement
mornings in summer
What a beautiful piece! I love the description and the pacing here. I feel like I’m right there with you. I could also so relate to tiptoeing around in the morning trying not to wake anyone with the creaky floors!
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Your morning sounds absolutely lovely. Looking forward to just a few more of those as well!
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